blood clean from my hand? I... feel... I'm going, I'm going Oh, I feel... I'm going, I'll go - but not alone! [GOIN' TO HELL INSPIRED BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Traduzione: The Black League. Goin 'To Hell.
doors Never too gawdy but my wrist wrapped raw Flip packs of raw, slick black valor Reacquainted with rap now we rip half of these tours Pull up at the summer league
my curfew And proved I was better than most niggaz my first two (what) Lil' years in the mixtape league Now it's biddin' war time I got a Bloomburg league
the black top Ill with the peel are you real then jumpshot Killa with the crooks had the crab goin' crazy I'm about to zone out like Kobe goin' for 80
a complete failure [chorus] [Verse 3] Echo Leader One I'm goin' in cover me So we can make the world bounce like it's rubbery I got ivy league college
two A war goin on, that's involvin the crews Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's I wish my nigga was home, the black Fonz Yo we rock
(feat. John Legend) J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League [echoes] [Rick Ross:] It's Da Boss. It gets no better than this... Maybach Music! [Chorus - John Legend:]
the rabbits [Chorus x2] [Hell Razah] We've got to take what we want, let these others rappers front Yo, take that, you ain't goin get it laid back Best
more animal then the zoo allowed, Put me in the wild, I'll be there for a while, You niggas little league, call 'em Curacao Energizer money, it keep goin
late on my curfew And proved I was better than most niggaz my first two (what) Lil' years in the mixtape league Now it's biddin' war time I got a Bloomberg league
Justice League It's Da Boss, it gets no better than this Maybach music Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with two M's in it This living
by the two A war goin' on, that's involvin' the crews Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's I wish my nigga was home, the black Fonz
the projects Homeboy I make more than a promise {"Put some money on it"} I know the amount of hate that my worth sparks But I ain't goin nowhere like
One mo? strike and I?m through, nigga It' s bottom of the ninth swingin', for my life I?m up at the plate, goin' for the gate They got my mom's seated
this living hell It's man's ruin again Man's ruin again! God bless me for my wounds God bless me for my scars as well I'm goin; to hell babe! Thre ain
Sold black gold one strong buck To the Milwaukee bucks for a million bucks Just get 'em off the street so he don't get bucked Super agent to the rescue
